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“No more than the rest of us,” Manic added with humor, closing the lighter. “Crazy is fun. Let’s embrace it.”
A smile twitched Reaper’s lip. “I already did years ago.”
“Me too, brother.”
Relieved Reaper didn’t become lost in one of his episodes, I sank back against my chair. The past had a way of fucking with us all for various reasons, but every brother in this club had his demons. We dealt with them in different ways. Some of us were only appeased by violence.
Others, like Reaper, fought to escape their past as viciously as they fought to remain sane. If I survived what he did, I was sure I would be fucking nuts.
Raiden’s tortured expression betrayed his thoughts as his eyes met mine. Chrissy. Her death. The only reason we did this, pursued this fucking package, and kidnapped Henny was to fight his demons. To redeem our brother and bring him peace. To fucking end the agony that consumed us.
More than that, we needed to ensure men who preyed on children paid for their crimes. I had to put those motherfuckers to ground.
“What’s in that package, Devil?”
I’d nearly forgotten about Henny. My head turned sharply, refocusing on our prisoner and what we needed from her. How much did I tell her? Would having all the information gain us an ally?
Raiden answered her question first. “There’s a sick fuck who likes to mess with kids. He hurts them.”
Henny paled. She remained on the floor after she tackled Reaper, but the stricken look on her face caught my attention.What the fuck was that?
“We’ve gathered intel on this asshole, valuable proof of his involvement in a cult where children are referred to as vessels. They’re abused and used.” Raiden’s voice shook with emotion, and he stood, pushing away from the table. “Fuck. I can’t do this, pres.”
“Go. I’ll handle this.”
Raiden rushed from the room, and I noticed Manic and Reaper followed. Only Cowboy remained, still taking everything in, observing, cataloging shit the way he did with his keen senses. His mind remembered and stored information differently than most, not to mention the fact that he was good with money. Hell, that was why I made him Treasurer.
“Who's hurting these kids?” Henny asked. Her concerned gaze swept over the doorway as if she could sense the turmoil of my brothers.
“Someone very powerful,” I admitted.
She thought about that for a few seconds before replying. “It’s personal for Raiden, isn’t it?”
“Yes. As a result, it’s personal for the club.”
She looked down at her hands, picking at her nails for what seemed like an eternity. “I want to help.”
Cowboy’s brows rose with surprise. “You do?”
“Yes,” she answered with conviction.
Damn. I didn’t expect that reaction. What did this mean to her? Judging by her response and combined with the info Forge dug up on her, I knew she hid something traumatic in her past.
“That man who hurts kids needs to be stopped. I’ll talk to Amelia. If she’s got your package, I’ll get it.”
“Good.” I cleared my throat, rising to my feet. “I want you to give her a call. Right now.”
Henny stood and followed me from the room to my office.
I shut the door behind us, pulling a burner cell from my desk. Once it powered on, I handed it over.
Henny accepted the phone, gripping it a little too tight. “Who did Raiden lose?”
Smart girl. She discerned the truth.
“His younger sister,” I replied softly. “That cult took her.”
“And the bad man you spoke of, he hurt her?”
